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Between the Edges (Prose Poem) by woodstock20000 What a wonder this world, this place is;
To feel so microscopically small, but so infinitely large,
all within one fleeting second.
What a wonder these emotions, my soul is;
To feel so gloriously at home, but so helplessly lost,
all within one fleeting second.
And what a wonder my love, my life is,
To be so luminously beautiful, but so hopelessly vile,
all within a single fleeting,
loving, hateing,
wonderful, wrenching,
second.
Up the ladder:
Lines and half lines
Down the ladder:
Goodbye Sad Door
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Posted: June 15, 2005 8:51 AM PDT; Last modified: June 15, 2005 8:51 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.230521 Overall Rank: 4236 Comments:
Quite nice imagery/thoughts but as a poem it lacks, at least for me, that special something that elevates the language beyong prose.
Good!
Awwww. Thanks... From what I can tell, you're opinion is held very highly here, so I consider your... word, a great complement.
Love the ending, punctuation, and flow.
nice. very introspective. i like.
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I tend to use this type of dissonance too much in what I write about love.